Your heart was like
an open fire...

Burning me with its
need of warmth..

Then I urinated
on it...

Just to see you
reek of
      smouldering
contentment...

I was the flame,
but you needed
more wood to stoke
in your fires..

Here's some matches,
light the doused cinders
the wood will not burn
the same....

In a universe of sunsets
we linger on the fading
of luminosity not realizing.

Nothing sets, we just move
from the view of another...

Our tears evaporating in to
metaphors, voices of emotion
speaking silently as tears smudge
lingering meanings.

Are these the words of love or of
emotions fleeting like summer showers.

We are silhouettes dancing upon
the remainders of what lingered.
Coffins of hearts buried within us.
a eulogy of what was and past.

From ashes does a single flower grow,
reborn are petals not as before.

We gaze in opposite directions,
wondering if the other looks behind.

I stand there my palms waiting,
will we hold on to another, or forever let go.

Somewhere in this world
someone will be writing
this down, word for word.

"A doppelganger of thought,

Wondering what the other looks
like as they expel this on to white.
Words mirroring conciseness.

When is ****
                not a vigina?

When its an *******
                     talking ****...

Anyone one can suffer from it...

Don't be the idiot, be the one smiling
as a gesture of goodwill give the finger...

The mind is a misuse of reflections,
we gaze upon the maddening of our
life and make order from a doddle
of randomness.

"A tree barks, still no one hears it?

We have the wisdom of moments,
but are we still infants in the scheme
of our growth. Are we still crawling,
but the illusion of us standing gently wilts.

"Freedom is a leash, getting tighter everyday,

Sleep is the illusion of time, for we wake
reliving the same day, but envision it as new.
Time is non-existent, were just a tape replaying
different moments till its overplayed then just ceases.

Words are noises that are lost in
the void of misunderstanding.

Silence and motion explain more
thought than syllables of confusion.

If we stop the motions of our lips
and look, we understand more..

Silence greats
              a mother

precious life....